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About Half Way Tree

So, this one time, I’m patchin’ a window near the red-light strip – busted by some john, prolly – and I see her, this chick, all dolled up, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Reminds me of that line, “you’re a dead man, Kolya” – ‘cept it’s her life on the line, not some dude’s. She’s got this look, tough but tired, y’know? Made me mad as hell – why’s she gotta do this? World’s screwed, doc, pushin’ her out there.

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Then, I see this old lady, Miss Mavis. She’s always at the market, sellin’ her handmade crafts. She’s got this big ol’ smile on her face, and I can’t help but smile back. She waves me over, and I’m thinkin’, “What now?” She hands me a bracelet she made. “For good luck, dear,” she says. I’m touched, ya know?

Obituary: Gloria Helen Linstead